If I had a penny for every time I’ve heard: “What, just on your own?” when I tell people I’m going travelling by myself, I’d have enough money saved away to rent Beyoncé and Blue Ivy (no thanks Jay) to come along with me next time.
There are many things I love about being single (not sharing pizza or having to watch Netflix boxsets you hate, ya get me) but when it comes to going away it can make things a little tricky without having someone automatically on standby to drag to another part of the world.
Obviously you can go away with friends, but often they have their own couple’s holiday commitments, or no money, or no time off work, or are just far more patient than me and won’t be rushed into booking something as quickly as I want to (#sorry not sorry).
So, not for the first time in the last 12 months, I found myself boarding a plane to the other side of the world (see here and here for some photographs of round one in India) with only a well-stocked bag of Pret sandwiches and all the snacks for company.
And I couldn’t be more happy about it.
When you travel alone, everything you experience feels so much more intense, when you’re worried about something or scared that you’ve made the worst decision in the world (normally happens as the plane is landing in your destination country cuteeee).
But also when you have those pinch-me-can’t-believe-this-is-my-life-how-have-I-got-my-adult-shit-together this much, they’re all for you.
Every time you see something new, or meet a new person, it is all for you, and not for anyone else and you’ve done it all on your own.
For me, it’s not about proving anything to myself, or anyone else, just about not accepting that while I’m single I can’t keep doing everything I want to. Putting your life, plans, or holidays on hold until you have someone to hold your hand.
So here’s to more single holidays. If only my bank account was as eager as I am to get booking another one.